Vanessa Cleon Brothel ❤️

About Nantes

I hates ‘em, though! Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, nasty! Makes me wanna gag, it does. But listen, mate, here’s a juicy bit—back in Victorian days, right, they had secret brothels hidin’ in tea shops! Proper posh on top, dirty below—sneaky buggers! Imagine that, eh? Sippin’ tea, then bam—tarts everywhere! Cracked me up when I heard it, precious.

Press Release – 2016/06/24

In becoming doubles of Antiochus and his daughter, Cleon and Dionyza now fit, perhaps too snugly for comfort, into this paradigm. Like the fisherman, the common people in the brothel at .

Real talk: even the traffic on Rue d’Ange, buzzing and clashing against the calm river, makes me laugh and wonder about our human connections. I get lost in a thousand thoughts – cut off mid-sentence, as my brain races faster than a runaway tram. Life here is a constant remix, all rhythms and pauses, like Godard said, “The more you know, the less you understand.”

Mable Harris Obituary - Portland, OR